Suzanne Collins 소설 & 이야기

"Hi, Suzanne. Is Carson available?" She's an older woman; her brown hair has just a touch of gray, and her blue eyes are always cheerful. "He'll probably be available for you, Collins. Let me just check." She walks to his office door, which is open. "Carson, do you have time to talk to Collins?" Suzanne turns back to me with a smile. "He said to come in." "Collins, what did you need to see me about?" I explain the situation. "You already called Carter?"

The weight of her question hung in the air. "I plan to…" Daisy Hunter was interrupted by a vehement knock on her door. Allison shuddered backwards in trepidation. "How could that be by this time of the night?" Daisy asked as she walked over to the door. "Who's at the door…